Thursday?
"Vermillion Legend: I conquer the town of 10,000." -Erin, 04/11/2004
So, I know I'm not topless, but....
This week feels like a waste. Maybe just because I was wasted the whole time. By wasted, I mean I was out of my mind with fatigue. Two papers back-to-back,one of which is both twice as long as you expected and a research paper (a fact you were also unaware of) that requires two outside sources, can do that to you.
So can love, if I remember my Davenport correctly, but the former was true in my case. Unrelenting weariness, up until last night when I finally crashed next to Kate in Geoff's room and ate a few slices of delicious, delicious banana bread.
Not to mention that Bio (and perhaps not sleeping) ganked my paper-writing mojo, so my SOSC paper sucked hardcore. Curse you, Bio, you ganked my verve!
In other news, my best friend Jeremy got a (dare I say the dread word) blog, as did our good evil friend, Paul! Also, I'm assuredly getting the room I want, and I have a Latin midterm tomorrow. Funny story: I thought I'd already take the midterm last week, but turns out it was just a quiz. Go figure!
And curse you, Google! You've de-mystified my obscure references for the last time!
A few pages later
"Say what you will about national socialism, at least it's an ethos." -Walter, The Big Libowski
Just a note: Christina Ricci is so hot. So. Hot.
Hott.
Monday, Fifth Week
"Even the Vikings have to deal with the digital age." -Heavens, 04/06/2004
AAGHHHHHH! EEEEEEEEURHHHHHHAAARRRGHHH!
But that's not what I wanted to talk about. For a while now, every morning when I wake up, my left hand is partially numb. I'd been thinking it's because I slept on it funny, but hear this: I pulled an all-nighter last night, and yet my left hand went curiously this morning anyway. What could be the cause of this?
Scav Hunt is almost upon us. I know the team is ready, but am I?
A short while later
"They're pancakes of death. It's the deep part of the poem." -Anna Griggs, pd
So! I finished uploading all that poetry, if anyone wants to check it out. It's not that great. Interestingly enough, there's almost as much about this girl Elie as about Amanda.
By curious happenstance, 'amanda' is Latin for 'fit to be loved'.
Friday
"It's not as simple, and it's actually a little bit more complicated." -Rosemary Zaragoza, 04/14/2004
Still listening to the same playlist. Still working on typing up those older poems. Going to complain now.
So my prospie went to bed at, like, ten. Bo-ring. I'm now glad he did, though, in light of what else happened. See, I went to hang out on Dewey, and as it turns out, they were all about to go to Alpha Del with their prospies. They convinced me to come along, shoeless and, moreover, jacketlesss, but carrying Andy's 'Stick of Revolutionary Justice (TM)'. Coui aye Marxists, think they can get away with anything. We 'discussed' facism. I wheelchaired around Alpha Del, Shelly tried to convince me I was a redhead, and then, for reasons no one can remember, I took my pants off.
Stage two: Maria (no, the other one) shows up and tells us about Phi Delt, so we leave. An Alpha Del brother forbids me to pee on their house. One of these days I'm going to go pee on their house in revenge for that. We get to Phi Delt, I say hi to Laura and I realize I don't know why I'm not wearing pants. No one else appears to know, either, so I put them back on and tell Maria I love her. Play catch with Shelly, which she got a kick out of, and tried to keep an eye on what we commonly regarded as 'prospie most likely to slept with by sleezy guys who do that sort of thing' (it was an unspoken common regard). Apparantly, while everyone was keeping tabs on this girl, one of the other prospies, who had never drunk before, gets herself really, really drunk. Tony throws her at me, tells me to take her home. His stated reason for not doing so himself, if I recall it correctly, was that he was going to "hook up with a prospie". Someone calls Drunk Van, and I carry her to it, we ride home, and I carry her up to Dewey, where, thank goodness, the Deweyans stepped up and helped me. Eric and I helped her drink water and try to throw up for a while, until she finally did -and I almost did, too. I took a break, Carrie took my place. She eventually threw up some more, drank lots of water, and sobered up enough to be allowed to sleep. Andy, meanwhile, had been guilt trippin' major time, and refusing to go to bed, even though there was nothing he could do and he had a midterm in the morning. Then I watched the first part of The Big Libowski: "Do not ---- with the Jesus."
I'm so glad I never prospied. I doubt I would've come here if I had.
And what is it with me and taking off my pants at parties?
Thursday
"Ian, don't kill the Oranges; they're my only hope for friends." -Drew, 06/18/2003
I just thought I'd share my playlist, since I'm enjoying it so much.
Johnny Cash - I Fought the Law
Cake - Comfort Eagle
Tenacious D - Kyle Quit the Band
They Might Be Giants - For Science
Red Cloud - Traveling Circus
Jack Johnson - Pirate Look at Forty
They Might Be Giants - The Famous Polka
Kermit the Frog - Lydia the Tatooed Lady
Cornershop - Brimful of Asha
Rufus Wainwright - Hallelujah
Bino White - Welcome to the UofC
DVDA - Now You're a Man
Alien Ant Farm - Smooth Criminal
Weezer - Pink Triangle
Cake - Stickshifts and Saftybelts
Goo Goo Dolls - Black Baloon
Ashley MacIsaac - Brenda Stubbert
The only reason They Might Be Giants' "Youth Culture Killed My Dog" isn't on there, too, is that I already got a little tired of it. This Playlist is so cheerful and great, I'm thinking of just throwing in the songs my brother requested and burning it as the mix CD I promised him. Er, well, I'd have to drop "Kyle Quit the Band" and "Welcome to the UofC", but that many songs wouldn't've fit on a CD anyway.
On another musical note, it appears that I may have just bought an indie record label (for cheaps, of course). And not just any indie record label, Loren Jan Wilson's indie record label. I'm so honoured. Will I be able to fill his shoes? I can only hope so. As I've said before, "He is just god-like", which is true. If I know anyone who's super-human, it's Loren.
It occurred to me today that I tend to want the unattainable. I'm going to try to work that into my SOSC paper on facism. Working title: "On the Inherant Appeal of Ideal Facism". Have I yet mentioned that I'm going to try to make all my papers have the title "On the (Inherant) _______ of (Ultimate/Ideal) _______"? 'Cause I am.
Maybe this is just me, but since when has 'Mideast' referred to the Middle East?
Seriously, less than five minutes later
"I wish I could be a dirty old man." -Keith, 05/19/2003
Yeah, I found it. I'm an idiot. But, hey, at least I get to use some of the quotes that have been piling up. Turns out, it's in this notebook, the second one down. I'm silly.
But I found yet another thing that needs work on this site. Argh.
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